Thought I would post something different today as I have re-injured my right arm/shoulder and unfortunately for me I am not even the slightest bit ambidextrous so a shorter than usual post will be called for.
This is a piece of prose (what I call “a poem of sorts”) that I wrote one morning back in 2012 upon waking up in agony from yet another pain-ridden restless night and I was trying to make sense of my life and my pain.
Although I am grateful that those days & nights of constant chronic pain are hopefully (apart from this current injury) behind me I thought that I would still share this poem as it still feels just as relevant today as it did when I penned it.
Rainbows have always been special to me … long before I became an ARTist.
You will always find me looking skywards searching for Mother Nature’s artist palette.
Where There Are Rainbows
From the minute you are born you are already dying.
Dying to live your life to its fullest.
Dying to awaken new-found emotions.
Dying to fulfill your personal goals and dreams.
Dying to find your own Life’s Purpose.
Until the day eventually comes when your life on earth comes to an end.
So between your birth and your death you must simply … go forth and search for your own Rainbow.
Because where there are Rainbows you will find everything that you need in life such as an abundance of rainwater, sunlight, soil, fresh air, flora, fauna, colours, well-being, creative expression, etc and by appreciating and respecting Mother Nature you will find yourself living in the world of your dreams long before your life ends.